You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. Wood," she continued, with a sudden change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. ” “We’ll all go second,” said Ramage, “if we may?” Mr.
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